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ON THE SAME.
Was it from Siloa's stream and hallowed well,
Or Grecian Scriptures in Egyptian cell,
That, bard of Alexandria, thou hast caught
The fragmentary records of high thought—
From Prophet and from Psalmist,—that each word
More in the heart than on the ear is heard;
And tones of Inspiration there enshrined
Speak higher things than were within thy mind?
Or Grecian Scriptures in Egyptian cell,
That, bard of Alexandria, thou hast caught
The fragmentary records of high thought—
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More in the heart than on the ear is heard;
And tones of Inspiration there enshrined
Speak higher things than were within thy mind?
When on His threshold treads the Christian's Lord,
The Sun of life and light, the eternal Word,
Shall be invisibly, where'er it stands,
The shaking of His Temple through all lands.
His coming on Mount Sinai shook the earth,
In premonition of that second birth,
Which by its coming shakes the earth and Heaven,
With all the universe asunder riven.
Then shall there be your lifting up on high,
Ye everlasting portals of the sky;
And all spontaneous from its burning shores
The rolling back of the eternal doors.
The Sun of life and light, the eternal Word,
Shall be invisibly, where'er it stands,
The shaking of His Temple through all lands.
His coming on Mount Sinai shook the earth,
In premonition of that second birth,
Which by its coming shakes the earth and Heaven,
With all the universe asunder riven.
Then shall there be your lifting up on high,
Ye everlasting portals of the sky;
And all spontaneous from its burning shores
The rolling back of the eternal doors.
Of that His presence in majestic power,
For which Creation waits the destined hour,
Gentile and Jew some shadowy gleams discern'd,
Faces of all were to its coming turn'd;
To good and ill shall it be manifest,—
Seen of all eyes, by every tongue confess'd.
For which Creation waits the destined hour,
Gentile and Jew some shadowy gleams discern'd,
Faces of all were to its coming turn'd;
To good and ill shall it be manifest,—
Seen of all eyes, by every tongue confess'd.
There is another Coming, silence-shod,
Wherein none but the holy see their God;
Who lowly stooping down to meet our needs
The threshold of His shrine in meekness treads.
In His humiliations thus brought near
To none but to His own doth He appear.
Wherein none but the holy see their God;
Who lowly stooping down to meet our needs
The threshold of His shrine in meekness treads.
In His humiliations thus brought near
To none but to His own doth He appear.
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